I have passed many so called milestones in my life. At 17, I became old enough to join the Navy, which was an important one that made me feel all grown up. Just before I reached 21, I got out of the navy for the first time vowing to never return (a vow which proved to be premature). At 21, I was old enough to walk into a bar and show my real ID card in order to buy a beer. The first legal one was at a long since gone tavern called “The Spot“ on 2nd St. here in Sedalia, and it was on the house. The second one was at “The Interlude” next door, also on the house (I knew how to milk a good thing back then).